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My dear future daughter,
You got to be a bit stronger.
Times will get tough.
And life will get rough.
People will talk,
People will judge.
You got to make it out,
You cannot pout.
Read between the lines,
Seek through the blinds.
Try not to ball,
So you won't fall.
You got to play along,
To find out where you belong,
Every time you want to cry,
You just got to try.
This is for you,
My dear future daughter.
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